Page 49 of Reckless Hearts

Our lips find each other, our kisses languid.

I skim my hands along his hipbones, and a shiver runs through his body. His breath catches, and he pulls me flush against him, eliminating any remaining space between us.

Our cocks grind against each other as we continue to kiss and kiss.

Finally, finally, Marcus puts a hand between us and strokes our cocks together.

Holy mother of Batman, I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing what it feels like to be struck by lightning, except instead of being reduced to ash, I’m dissolving into pure bliss. My body arches against his as the pleasure builds and builds until I’m trembling, completely at his mercy. The world narrows to just his hand, his mouth, the electric current running between us.

I pant into his mouth as I come so hard that I’m fairly sure my brain has been launched to Neptune.

Marcus’s eyes are hooded with lust as he pulls back, scanning me.

Wordlessly, he uses my cum as lube and continues to stroke himself while I just ogle him, my brain refusing to do anything but watch as the most gorgeous man in the world sends himself over the edge.

He paints his perfect stomach and chest, and I almost forget how to breathe.

I’m fairly sure that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Marcus moves forward to kiss me again, mixing our stickiness together.

“Good morning,” he says when he pulls back.

“It is averygood morning,” I reply, and I feel the puff of air on me from his laughter.

The blissful aftermathof amazing morning sex carries me through my day spent studying in the library for my last exam.

I’m cutting across campus, heading toward the student union, when I hear my name being called.

“Seb.” It’s Saskia’s voice.

I turn.

Saskia is sprawled on the grassy bank of the Leith River, using her backpack as a pillow, her golden hair fanned out around her. Next to her, Marcus lounges with the effortless grace of a Greek statue come to life while their friend—I think her name is Emily—sits cross-legged with a textbook on her lap. The trio forms a tableau that screams carefree university life so perfectly that it could be a stock photo for the University of Otago brochure.

I move closer to them.

“Hey, Little Kleggs. Long time no see,” Marcus says in a lazy drawl.

For a second, I’m almost breathless with the unfairness of this moment. The last time I saw Marcus, I was kissing him goodbye after the most intimate encounters of my life.

And now he’s acting like he barely knows me.

The hurt I’m feeling must flash across my face because his easy smile falters.

I swallow the lump in my throat before I reply. “Hi, Marcus.”

Luckily, Saskia seems focused on her big-sister role and hasn’t picked up on the awkwardness between her best friend and me.

“How is your studying going?” she asks.

“It’s going okay.”

“Are you practicing old exam papers? Because that is the most effective form of revision.”

I shift my bag on my back, which is weighed down by all my textbooks.

“Yes, I’m looking at old exam papers.” I look from Saskia to Marcus. “How are your exams going?”